Oooo I want to get away.
I want I want to get away
and pour my life down the drain,
turn on the faucet and wash all of its dregs and silliness away,
watch all its troublesome nuances and pains swirl and spiral down into the plumbing
with complete satisfaction.

I'd start new and fresh.
Like a sparkling piece of dishware.
Unbreakable until its broken.